tomorrow's my birthday the day i more or less have been waiting for and yet i don't seem to care anymore
why celebrate something that comes every year
i guess it's monumental i'll be of legal age
i can drink... in mexico i can sign up for dating apps i can vote
but
why celebrate something that comes every year
i am working after all and the day after that my feet already ache i can barely stay afloat and apparently i'm being missed???
so why celebrate something that comes every year
hey everyone, apologies for being mia i've been working multiple days a week since i graduated high school and i haven't been writing as much but i wrote this on july sixth, spoiler, the day before my birthday turning eighteen brought up a bunch of angsty, uncertain feelings and thus this poem was born anyways,, i hope you like it and i may be uploading other stuff that i wrote prior to my writers block love, joey